Petite Wife Novels & Stories

I was expecting a message from Hames but it instead a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you really love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm in Paris right now, it'd make the job easier. I still want to have a little fun and not kill him on time, so you should return because you'll be tagged as a widow if I bump into him here in Paris.

This at the end of the day was not too expensive, that is to say, it was not too expensive for me or my family, it was just somewhat annoying since from the beginning of this marriage I was starting to lose money for Victoria. "This marriage is a curse" My mother used to complain, all this time as the time came for my wedding: "The Miller family are just gold diggers, they always have been. But if they think this is their chance to leave poverty they are really mistaken, because we, the Meyer family, are not going to allow it."

Every penny I had saved had gone straight to Amy. The villa she lived in, her sports car, and the 30-carat ruby around her neck had all been paid for with my savings. Everything reminded me that I was no longer worthy of his love. Ms. Murphy sighed, cupping my face gently. "You do realize Wolfen Kingdom is a major city, right? You can't show up looking like this. It'd be an embarrassment to me! Come on, we're going shopping." For years, I had been drowning in Lucas' love, forgetting myself in the process.

she sighed, looking over. "I've got what's called a Micro-penis," he said. "I'm much smaller than average." No one spoke for several seconds. "He's... he's my husband and I love him, but there's only so much that someone that small can do, you know?" she asked. He nodded, as did Jessie and Dex. "Still, I'm happy and always have been. We find other ways to get each other off, and we enjoy it," she said. "He's a great lover with what he can do, and I always enjoy being with him."

I smiles and just kiss him in the lips. "Thanks for the kiss wife. But that's not what I want." Like a child throwing tantrums. "I love you Mr. Andrew Maru Ottave!" "I love you more Mrs. Mara Denise Almonte-Ottave!"

"Mr Jacobs do you love your wife?" I look to where the voice came from, yip that is my wife... She has games I squint at her trying my best to keep my arrogant and composed look, and it is taking all the strength in me not to go and hug her. She looks amazing She's got a beige high waisted skinny pants on, with a pink top that woman would call blush pink I have no idea why though and a pair of pink heels one of those with the red soles because that is important, they say. "Yes, I do miss?" I ask

My Anderson quickly knelt beside his wife and tried to soothe her. It wasn't even the word itself, it was how Claire pronounced it. "Is-Is - th- that - yo- you, my - An- Angel?" Just such a sentence took everything in her to ask. Hearing her words, the Richardson family around couldn't help but gasp. "It can't be right?" That was what each one of them was thinking.

But they couldn't get any information related to my wife. "Mister Adiente has a fiancee but her name is not Hershey but Lilienne Riellecross Montefalco.. Her hair is different and her accent. She looks foreign. And she says she is from a province. In a European country." explained by the spy I ordered. I nodded. I can't be wrong. She is my wife. Annoyed, I turned to the window and let it go. I was walking in the park with our pet Chammy. When it quickly slipped away from me.

They thought she was his little sister. Licked hungrily like a dog by his little wife the big devil smirked satisfactorily, threw his hands on her waist, spoiltly letting her harass his lips like his wild pet dog. Not until her hands began to peel off his shirt. " Little wife, who is sweeter? Husband or Ice cream? " " Husband is sweeter " She replied, feasting on his lips. Satisfied, he smirked proudly. Ofcourse he was sweeter. He was very sweet.

"What's this? Are you jealous?" "Jealous? What even is that?" Tania huffed, feigning indignation. "You think I'd get jealous over a teenage girl? Peter, you must be mistaken." She slapped his hand away with a playful glare. "That little girl looks like she's only 15 or 16! She's still a minor!" Peter glanced at the spot on his hand where she had swatted him, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He sighed theatrically, "So, this is where I stand now, huh? My wife doesn't even get jealous when she sees me with other women. I must have lost my charm."